Supremely happy. Silent though he was,
My father's eyes were often on his child
Tenderly eloquent--and his few words
Were kind and gentle. Never angry tone
Repulsed me if I broke upon his thoughts
With childish question. But I learned at last,
Learned intuitively to hold my peace.
When the dark hour was on him, and deep sighs
Spoke the perturbed spirit--only then
I crept a little closer to his side,
And stole my hand in his, or on his arm
Laid my cheek softly: till the simple wile
Won on his sad abstraction, and he turned
With a faint smile, and sighed and shook his head,
Stooping toward me; so I reached at last
Mine arm about his neck and clasped it close,
Printing his pale brow with a silent kiss.

--_From Littell's Living Age._

573

_Love for a Father._--In the year 1773, a gentleman in England, whose
health was rapidly declining, was advised by his physicians to go to Spa
for the recovery of his health. His daughters feared that those who had
only motives entirely mercenary would not pay him that attention which
he might expect from those who, from duty and affection united, would
feel the greatest pleasure in ministering to his ease and comfort; they,
therefore, resolved to accompany him. They proved that it was not a
spirit of dissipation and gaiety that led them to the springs, for they
were not to be seen in any of the gay and fashionable circles; they were
never out of their father's company, and never stirred from home, except
to attend him, either to take the air or drink the waters; in a word,
they lived a most recluse life in the midst of a town then the resort of
the most illustrious and fashionable personages of Europe. This
exemplary attention to their father procured these three amiable sisters
the admiration of all the visitors at Spa, and was the cause of their
elevation to that rank in life to which their merits gave them so just a
title. They were all married to noblemen: one to the Earl of Beverly,
another to the Duke of Hamilton, and a third to the Duke of
Northumberland. And it is justice to them to say that they reflected
honor on their rank, rather than derived any from it.

--_Arvine._

574

MY FATHER.

I have a Father!
It needeth not that I should see His face,
When each new day